Lyrical Breakdown of Hoe Cakes - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Hoe Cakes" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how MF DOOM weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Hoe Cakes" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
• Rhyme and Rhythm Analysis: Our Lazyjot editor highlights the ingenious use of multi-syllabic rhymes and the rhythm pattern that MF DOOM employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
• Syllable Pattern Insights: Dive deeper into the structural elements of the lyrics. See how the syllable count varies across the song, adding a unique rhythm and flow to MF DOOM's narrative.

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Keep your hoes in check (Super) I got this girl and she wants me to duke her I told her I'd come scoop her around eight, she said (super) That sounds great, shorty girl's a trooper No matter what I need her to do, she be like (Super) Own his own throne, the boss like King Koopa On the microphone he flossed the ring (super) Average emcees is like a TV blooper MF DOOM, he's like D.B. Cooper Out with the moolah, I let her get a outfit Just to cool her off she said niggas ain't about shit I wonder if she meant it, I doubt it The way it be in her mouth, she can't live witout it And can't live with this, handle your business Villain'll stay on a scandalous ho's shit list One pack of cookies please, Mr. Hooper It's fun smackin rookies, he is the (super) Look like a black wookie when he let his beard grow Weirdo, brown skin'ded always kept his hair low Rumor has it it's a S-curl accident DOOM was always known to keep the best girls' backs bent Some say it's the eyes, some say the accent A lotta guys wonder where they stacks went I call her thunder thighs, with the fatty swolla Only mess with high rollers, do what daddy told her No matter the city she with me to do the thang-thang Work in the coochie, hooptie chitty chitty bang bang Same name on the titty as on the name ring Pretty like Baby D off all in the same gang Keep my eye on her, really don't trust her But I treat her like a daughter, taught her how to bust a nut And the heat to turn beef to horsemeat chalupa Teach her how to hold it, of course he is the (Super) See most cats treat her like foofer Or beat her to a stupor, take it from the (super) You need to make her feel cuter And lay down the G like Luther, everythin'll be (Super) Do for her, keep her in a new fur So she look sweet when she go to meet the (Super) Got the buddha get the Grenadiers, twist it Put it in the air, come here, kiss it Listen here scooter, let her try to bag you When she's on the rag never let her fry the Ragu Which will have you under some type of spell crying dag boo Her name on your back in a tattoo Whether a bourgie broad, nerd hoe, street chick Don't call her Wifey if you met her at the Freaknick You don't want her don't waste her time, I'll dupe her And be a father to your child like the (Super) He keep his hoes in check Sends 'em out to get glows from off frozen necks Tell 'em take his clothes, leave him posing naked for real Better yet, get him for the check off the record deal Find out where he keep the Tek and the blue steel Make sure for extra wreck let him know how you feel And while he's runnin down to all star weekend to ball I'm coming with the U-Haul (Super) (Super) (Super)